| When we arrive sons and daughters
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| We’ll make our homes on the water
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| We’ll build our walls of aluminum
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| We’ll fill our mouths with cinnamon now
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| These currents pull us 'cross the border
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| Steady your boats arms to shoulder
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| 'Til tides all pull our hull aground
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| Making this calm harbor now home
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| Take up your arms sons and daughters
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| We will arise from the bunkers
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| By land, by sea, by dirigible
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| We’ll leave our tracks untraceable now
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| When we arrive sons and daughters
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| We’ll make our homes on the water
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| We’ll build our walls of aluminum
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| We’ll fill our mouths cinnamon now
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| When we arrive sons and daughters
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| We’ll make our homes on the water
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| We’ll we build our walls of aluminum
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| We’ll fill our mouths with cinnamon now
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| When we arrive sons and daughters
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| We’ll make our homes on the water
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| We’ll build our walls of aluminum
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| We’ll fill our mouths cinnamon now
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| When we arrive sons and daughters
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| We’ll make our homes on the water
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| We’ll build our walls aluminum
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| We’ll fill our mouths cinnamon now
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| Hear all the bombs, they fade away
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| Hear all the bombs, they fade away
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| Hear all the bombs, they fade away |